Children walkingUnder mulberry skiesThe old conductorFeeds his army of spiesI'm sewn upAnd waiting on you

See you walkingWith a suit and a tieDo you tread waterOr just skim off the sidesI'm sewn upAnd waiting on you

Never raised or held a hand to call herPapa's got a brand new bag of squalorThe professor just told meIt was water under the bridgeNever got a trophyI guess it's the language that it isIt's the cover of the paperIt's just the nature of the biz

Picked some wingtipsFrom the old lost and foundNew world disorderIn a stereo soundI'm sewn upAnd waiting on you